Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle,   I again visit Her Grave      (May Her Murderers hear our Threat)      "Though Thy Slumber may be deep   Thy weak Spirit shall not sleep   and forever Thou shall dwell   in the ominous Fire of this Spell.   To Thee lovely Night shall deny   all the Quiet of Her Sky"      (The North - Wind is raving through the Trees   and touches roaring the crystalline Seas)      The Moon looks round in sweet Delight   in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:      "Thus charming as Thy Beauty art   thus bloody shall my Wrath them part   Oh, golden Strings of Ecstasy   encharm us with Thy Melody!   So that a Shape of Her may rise   and our wild Passion never dies"      A dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:      "Understand these Oracle - Words of mine   and our Embrace (shall be divine)   When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloud   all shall be Witness of me enshroud!"